“You’re so mean to me,” I cry out desperately. You’re fucking me while I’m on my back so you can see my face. You watch my glazed over eyes, my mouth open in a little “O” that grows and shrinks with my moans. You watch me lost in lust; listening to my sounds– my louder, needier moans and harder, faster breaths all giving away when I am on the edge of cumming.
You are so mean to me.
I’m shaking my head in disbelief that you’d stop and take it away. It was right there. I was RIGHT there. One more thrust of you inside me was all I needed to reach that peak, and you just stopped.
You are so mean to me.
You’re staring at me, taking in my immediate let down from the brink of orgasm; still inside me, but not moving. “You didn’t ask,” you say watching me pout needily.
I groan, mad at myself, but madder at you. “Okay,” I say breathily. “I’ll ask!”
At that, you continue pounding into that spot, the one that gets me every time. It builds back up, and so do all my telltale signs.
I’m not going to ask you, you aren’t going to do that to me again. You want me to come, you like when I come.
I am so close. My breathing rapid and shallow, each of my exhaled breaths are moans of pleasure. I am righhhht…
You stop again, bluntly ending the climax I was milliseconds from.
I want to cry and laugh in frustration. I search your eyes for an answer, already knowing it.
Your face is smug in this game of yours. “Ask,” is all you say.
“Hmph, okaaaay,” I whine, hating myself for thinking you wouldn’t do that again.
I decide to play my own game. We start moving against each other again. Mmm it feels so good. I start to quiet down and try to take deeper breaths once I am nearly there. Masking my obvious giveaways somewhat so I can come without you stopping. I just need three or four more thrusts. I am so close, so ready to come.
You slam into my pussy once, twice– And you fucking stop again.
I hate you for knowing where I was at despite my efforts. I hate you for killing three orgasms in a row. I hate you for playing along with my game unbeknownst to me, and mostly I hate you for winning it.
You raise your eyebrows at me and smirk, your expression saying, “Really? You thought that would work?” without using your words.
“You’re so mean to me,” I say defeated, wanting so badly to come around your cock.
“Next time, ask,” is all you say, restarting the in and out motion I crave so badly. I clench hard around you and rock against your thrusts into me.
Once I’m close again, I cry out a fast and needy “please, please, please?”
“What?,” You respond knowing damn-well what I am asking.
I’m in a rush to spit out the words before you stop again, it’s so close.
“Can I?,” I cry out all but there.
“Yeah,” you say smoothly, pounding that same spot you’ve tormented over and over tonight.
And I do. I cum around you, convulsing hard from being denied so many times while on the edge.
You’re so mean to me, but I like it.
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